Listen to the silent morning mist; dripping and slipping away.
Rising above the grey clouded shroud of the newly arriving day.
Irises poking and opening; petals of gossamer blue.
A flower that radiates beauty; like irises always do.
Out of the fog will come the sun; to warm this very fine day.
The dread and the fears of the night just past, are quickly drifting away.
The silence of morning, like thunder, arrives with the crack of dawn.
Sunlight glistens on newly dropped dew, covering a freshly mowed lawn.
While walking this morning a bluebird sang, it sang such a beautiful song.
I listened intently, tapping my toes to the rhythm, while strolling along.
The song of a bird in the morning is wonderful music indeed.
It can soothe the soul, calm our mind, and satisfy what we may need.
Iris in the morning mist, gilded purple flower.
Listen to the early song; of birds in the early hour.
Walk today beneath the skies, feel the peace that's all about.
Nothing ever remains the same; of that I have no a doubt.~Jay Olson
